This is Blane, my brother. Back in the day he rodea KZ650 and tried to "play the game" but soon found
that booze and bikes can f--k you up. He's "all better now"
and has a grip on life and motorcycles are fun again.
I always thought of myself as the "biker" in the family
but Blane has the bug and won't let it go. Right on.
In my day, I had so many bikes, I didn't
know which one to ride. I've sold my last bike
so the wife and I can go camping in the
new Camper Trailer. We dig it.
Ride on brother, be safe and have a blast.
Ride on brother, be safe and have a blast.
Maybe I need a new bike......
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